We move in three days. I've been on the phone all day today making last minute arrangements and tomorrow I'll run around southeast London like a chicken with its head cut off sorting out the council tax, parking permits, etc, etc. Normally, these are things that could wait but with the baby coming I know I have to do them either now or next year and next year is just too far away.
So the house is coming apart at the seams. I'm trying to catch up on the laundry and eat everything in the fridge and freezer. We've cleared out the loft and the garden shed and now there are odd things sitting around like a ladder in our bedroom, painting accesories in the sitting room and a big box of stuff for the charity shop under the dining table. Just trying to keep everything organised but I know it's going to be chaos. I keep having little freak outs and crying jags which doesn't help. My hormones must be at fever pitch because I feel slightly insane all the time. Must be a joy for J to be around.
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Just know that in a few days, you'll be in the area you've been wanting to be in, have a great home, and if things have to sit around a little while in boxes, well, mom'll be there in a few weeks. I know when she visits me, I wake up to find that she's scrubbed my kitchen, done my laundry, and is vacuuming. Might as well take advantage of her quirky cleaning habits :)
Could you send your mom over to mine? Because my mom was just here and she didn't clean anything! (HA!)
If you need ANYTHING, please call on us. Even if it's just taking MC and Toby for a play on the Heath so you can have a breath or two. We're around all weekend. :)
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